“I didn’t mean it! It was just a figure of speech!” Bob pleaded, walking towards me.

I gave a fake pout.

“Some figure of speech.” I said lowly before I felt two pairs of hands slide onto my waist.

“I heard screaming, what happened?” Gerard asked in a bored tone.

I gave him a questioning look.

“Screaming is normal for us… If you hadn’t noticed.” I said slowly.

“Abusive, threatening screaming, Rachel.” Gerard said.

“And that’s even more natural for Rachel.” Bob laughed.

I laughed.

“No… It’s just Bob called me fat.” I pouted.

“You called my girlfriend what?” Gerard said, in a fake shocked tone.

“I didn’t mean it! Come on! It was a joke! Joke!” Bob said nervously.

Gerard smirked before letting go of me and pounced on Bob.

“Stacks on Bob!” I screamed.

I leapt on top of Gerard, who was on top of Bob.

I heard laughter and cries for help underneath me.

I laughed as I slowly got up off Gerard, allowing him to get off Bob.

“I hope you’ve learnt you lesson Bobby, I never want to hear that again.” I said toughly, folding my arms over my chest.

“I won’t, I promise.” Bob said, looking down.

“Well good.” I nodded.

Suddenly, I felt myself being tackled to the ground.

I laughed as I opened my eyes and saw Gerard staring down at me.

I cupped his face in my hands and gently pecked his lips.

“If we weren’t on a oval full of people right about now… I’d so take off your pants and fuck you senseless.” Gerard whispered in my ear, slowly sliding his hand up my thigh.

I laughed loudly and kissed him.

Gerard gently licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

I gladly opened my mouth slightly and smiled as I felt Gerard’s tongue gently caress mine.

“AYE! I DON’T WANNA SEE ANY OF THAT!” Mikey screamed as he walked with the rest of the gang towards us.

Gerard jumped off of me and blushed slightly.

I sat up and giggled.

“I never want to see any of that again.” Mikey said.

“Was your fault for looking.” Gerard said in a ‘matter-of-fact’ tone.

“You shouldn’t have been doing it in the first place.” Mikey said in a smart tone.

“Oh, come on Mikey. It was just a kiss, it’s not like we were making out or having sex or something.” I said.

“I don’t care!” Mikey screamed.

“I DO NOT want to see my brother’s tongue in anyone’s mouth, I do not want to see anyone else’s tongue in my brother’s mouth, and I certainly do NOT want to see my brother’s hand going to were it was traveling.” Mikey said smartly.